Creative Writing: Harold's Home

Under a moonlit midnight at Arlington, the lovers made plans for a rendezvous. After making sure no one followed her, Isolde climbed over a wooden fence. Her infiltration of Harold’s home went unnoticed by everyone, including Tanja. She stood at the middle of the backyard and reached into her jacket. With a two-way radio on hand, she contacted Walther, her eyes focused at a second-floor window. “In position,” she informed him, “You can come down now.”

From the same window, Walther revealed himself after sifting through closed window blinds. On his hands was a two-way radio. “Is it time, Isolde?” He then added, “I’ll meet you soon, after I disable the house’s alarm system.”

“Don’t take too long,” she said with a sensual voice.

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“About ten centimeters,” she replied, “four inches, if we use this country’s system of measurement.”

“I see,” figured Walther, trying to think. “If someone took note of Harold’s height and mine, people will find out.” He also mentioned another risk. “There’s another point we should address. My rhetorical speeches are not as good as Harold’s.”

“Same here with Margaret,” concurred Isolde. “Thus, if Harold or Margaret is doing a speech somewhere, while we’re here in Arlington, someone will notice.”

“Again, will this arouse anyone’s suspicions?”

“I didn’t say it would happen. I just said that the danger is there.”

Walther had to think fast, for he remained adamant in being Harold’s double. “Then those two should keep a low profile,” suggested Walther. “At the same time, the same must also apply to us.”

“Are you serious?” doubted Isolde. “As we speak, Harold and Margaret are doing speeches, rallying their peers, while we’re here in Virginia. At some point–maybe very soon–someone will uncover our existence.”

“Do you have any suggestions?”

She proposed her idea to Walther. “Given how those two speak before hundreds in public, I think a slight deviation is needed. Rather than deliver speeches in person, we let them have their speeches